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Open || Coen

Tristan tugged his own shirt off too, letting it drop to the floor before slid up against Coen again. He leaned down to kiss along his neck, his hands on Coen’s hips guiding back to the bed.

It felt like he and Tristan hadn’t done this in ages, although it had only been since Thanksgiving. Still, the hands on his bare skin and the lips on his neck brought a low moan from his lips and he tilted his head back. He tripped a little as he tried to get his socks and shoes off before they reached the bed, finally hitting it with the backs of his legs and sitting down clumsily. “Tell me how you want me,” he asked softly, leaning forward to nip at the skin of Tristan’s chest.

Open || Coen

“Yeah, the plans involve you being entirely naked, actually,” he said with a light chuckle. Tristan groaned a little as Coen’s hips rolled against his. He grabbed his hand to take him to the bedroom, not that he had against the wall, but a bed would be better. “C’mon.”

“I can accommodate that.” Holding onto the other’s hand, he followed him up to the bedroom and barely waited to be inside the room before he was peeling his shirt off and tossing it to the floor.

Open || Coen

“I like the sound of that,” he nearly growled. Tristan only liked being bossed around in bed by Coen. As his tongue tangled with Coen’s, Tristan slid one hand down Coen’s body to grip his ass. “I wanna top,” he said a little breathless. “But I got plans for you first.”

#//god i fuckin love that one ok #troen

“Whatever you want,” Coen purred, sucking at the man’s lip and winding his arms about his neck. “Plans? Do these plans involve having pants off, because those are the kinds of plans I’m interested in right now.” His hips rolled gently, pressing against him at the same time he pressed into his hands.

Open || Coen

“Well once you start, I’m not gonna want you to stop,” he said with a smirk. Tristan let Coen back him up against the door, his hands going up into his hair as he slid close, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss. “God, I missed you.”

#//lol that's ok bb i was gonna drop em in a sec anyway unless you want to keep them #troen

“Not up to you,” Coen teased, nipping at his lips sharply and running the tip of his tongue over them. His body flattened against Tristan’s, holding his hips and grinding against him. “I missed you too,” he murmured, kissing along his jaw. “Do you want to bottom or top this time? Important thing to consider right now.”

Open || Coen

Tristan laughing, looking over at him. “I’ll play through it, but I’ll have to turn the mic off so those 14 year olds don’t hear anything X-rated.” He went up the stairs to his apartment and unlocked it to let them in.

“Yeah, maybe not. You might get a little bit arrested. But if you can’t keep your voice down, then I might stop.” The moment they were inside, Coen pressed close, hands on Tristan’s hips and lips finding his.

Open || Coen

Tristan laughed, leading him the short walk to his apartment building. “No one’s ever let you? I’m obviously just way more fun. I’m pretty good at focusing on Call of Duty, but you can be very distracting…”

“The hope is,” Coen said, following him through the streets to the apartment, “To destroy your ability to kick any 14 year old’s ass in New Hampshire because you’re way too focused on how turned on you are. But you have to play through it anyway. Promise?”

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“Cause we’re not defective. You know? We’re not. It’s everything out there.”

#//-instantly has heart palpitations-#otp: light my fire

@aceofdixmonds

Open || Coen

“You can pass out after, but not before I’m done with you,” he teased, pulling back from him so he could get him inside before he put his hands all over him on the sidewalk. “I like that plan. I might play Xbox while you nap, but it’s a solid plan.”

“I feel like I might be waking up. Not sure.” He grinned at him, tucking his hands into his pockets to keep from putting them in Tristan’s pockets. “If I wake up while you’re playing X-Box, I’m going to make you try to keep playing while I blow you. Just a warning. I’ve always wanted to do that to someone and no one will let me for some reason.”

Open || Coen

“Yeah, no bar today, and dad said he didn’t need me at the store.” Tristan ran his hand down Coen’s back. “Oh I plan on making it worth your while before you fall asleep, babe.”

“No promises I won’t pass out right after you do, then,” Coen laughed, kissing his cheek again. Not being able to be out with Tristan was hard, but the sheer amount of infatuation didn’t leave him very able to do much about it. “We’ll do both, how about that? Something fun, and then a nap, and then more fun?”

Open || Coen

The street was empty this time of day, so Tristan slipped an arm around Coen’s waist when he went in to kiss his cheek. “Why don’t you come over? Take it easy for the day. I don’t gotta work.”

“Yeah? Got a day off finally?” He smiled, leaning in against him gladly and closing his eyes. “Let’s go spend like a whole day in your bed. If I wake up enough, I’ll make it completely worth your while?”

Open || Coen

“I got energy drinks, that’s like the same as coffee, right?”

“Close enough. I need it like crazy right now.” He moved forward, glancing around for just a moment before he pressed a kiss to his cheek and stepped back. “But you’re better than either one.”

Troen Texts

Tris: that's the best Chinese place but still.

Tris: to like volunteer? She could come too.

Coen: I know right

Coen: Yes, but she spends every holiday trying to get me to volunteer with her and then we eat after. I know I'm an asshole for it but I hate volunteering in shelters. She'll have a good time there, trust me.

Coen: But I'll ask her if you want to meet her. She's pretty chill.